As soon as the sun slipped behind the mountains, a strange feeling began to creep over the village. The air grew thick with anticipation, and whispers of fear could be heard throughout the streets. Everyone knew what was coming – it was time for the annual Choosing Ceremony. For generations, this tradition had been upheld without question.
The world was on the brink of a catastrophic climate disaster. The polar ice caps had melted, causing sea levels to rise and entire cities to be swallowed by the ocean. Forests were burning at an alarming rate, leaving behind nothing but ash and destruction. Animals were disappearing from their habitats, and humans were struggling to survive in a world that was rapidly changing around them.
The sun had set over the small, sleepy town of Millfield, casting a crimson glow across the sky. The streets were empty, and the only sound that could be heard was the distant hoot of an owl in the nearby woods. But inside one of the old Victorian houses on Maple Street, a young woman named Alice sat alone at her desk, poring over a stack of old photographs. She had always been fascinated by history and loved nothing more than delving into old stories and forgotten memories. And as she looked through these pictures, something caught her eye – a strange symbol that appeared again and again in each photograph.
